The Cold Night of Regrets
Forgiving yourself is the hardest thing too do
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4 min readSep 26, 2020
The sun was sitting early on the wet cold streets. The icy rain fell from the sky causing pedestrians to walk with care and vehicles to move slower than usual.
An old man in a threadbare coat and a knit cap that was a donation from a woman who knitted them herself. Then taking them to the shelter and giving them away.
